Best Whistle Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts go up in a surreal smoke-filled entirety.
This is...

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I cannot whistle
It's sad but true
I try and try
yet no sound comes through

My lips I purse
My teeth I grit
I try real hard
but blow out spit...

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The whistles screamed that cold dark night
                                      ...

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Neither Tray or I take any guff from adults, especially adults in authority; it’s a result of having had the belt when you are young, thus learning you cannot trust your care-givers or anyone else.
In case there is any doubt in your mind here, every...

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Whistle train, off in the way

                                A warming sound to me today.

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When I’m drifting softly to sleep
I often hear a faint sound from 
across the valley, the whistle from 
a passing train, mysterious and lonely.

In my mind’s eye I can see its shadow
plunging into the darkness..
Only the wind left in its wake.
It takes part of my...

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One summers day
Gentle stroll
Through the bed of reeds
In natures fold
 
As i whistle away
A tune unheard
As all around
Whistling like birds
 
But when i view
None i see
Whats this whistling
That follows me
 
A gentle breeze
Graces by
The reeds all sway
As if to sigh
 
Walking on 
With widened grin
The...

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Once upon a time I shared a cubicle with the detention supervisor.
Mr. Hell was swift and severe detention.
I was lavish and immediate positive attention.
We got along great, Mr. Hell and I, as I did not say anything to him,
And He felt equally compelled to share...

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Finally, made it
In the championship
No redo's
All this build up for this
Love is what got us here

We are the best
Hard is the way we play
In this moment, this is all that matters
So much love, blood, and sweat in this game
The one chance we will ever get
Love...

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Late at night dreams beckoning me

to come to them, as I start to drift off

into a relaxing hypnotic state of mind.

Hearing a train whistle close by,

now am wide awake, I listen to

the gentle whistle as the train

chugs along the tracks.

Then a thought comes to

me, I...

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Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came 
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion, 
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom, 
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain Ranges, 
37 tunnels of major attractions arrived at the destination,...

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Your sound flew through the air,
A blaring auditory missile,
Though no one that I noticed
Seemed to cringe or even bristle.

The driver of the bus, however,
Waited just a bissel,*
Enough to let on board the man
Inspiring this epistle.

*little bit in Yiddish...

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Unlikely the explorers of the Wild West,
I'm bound for sheer adventure, not amazing discovery;
finding gold is far from any quest 
while this clanking, slow-moving stream locomotive
will take me to places so primitive... 
even a small ghost town has tales that conjure mystery!  


Whistle along...

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By Rachel Dunkerque AKA Carolyn V. Crawford
(lyric and melody)

A blazing sun burned cold behind my face
The day you turned and walked across the space
Into the arms of one from school-year days
Left me alone to yearn for yesterday
I walked away but found I never left
Remained to...

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